In March, the cold winter quietly left, and the port city was full of spring, full of greenery.

The sea breeze is a little less cold and a little more warm.

There were many fewer people who gathered in the port city to fish, and many of them moved into nearby cities and villages under the assignment of the government, and began the most important spring plowing of the year.

Under the cultivation of the people, the grasslands have turned into scenes of black and fertile fields.

More than 70 years of fallow have made the land of the sixteen states of Yanyun fertile and able to pinch out oil.

The people were so happy that they knew in their hearts that such a fertile land would surely have a good harvest during the autumn harvest.

The grain purchased by Yang Qi was turned into a good seed and distributed to the people after it was transported to the Yan Kingdom.

The people set up plowshares, set up buildings, and sowed seeds of hope in the fields.

Everything in Yan is recovering at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

Although the people are still living in poverty, everyone has a warm smile on their faces.

Yang Qi likes to see the sincere smiles on the faces of the people.

Not mixed with any interests, not mixed with any entanglements, just a simple joy.

It makes people feel a sense of accomplishment when they look at it.

Many people in the port city have left, but the port city has not been depressed because of this.

On the contrary, it is more prosperous than before.

Because of the attraction of the Kunpeng skeleton, many merchants came to the port city.

Many of them clearly knew that they were running with them, so after they arrived in Hong Kong City, they just looked at the Kunpeng skeleton and didn't expect too much.

With an innate keen sense of smell, they have discovered many business opportunities in the port city that can make a fortune.

Hundreds of thousands of people went into the sea to fish, and the harvest was huge.

The people had access to a wide variety of abundant seafood from the sea.

There are many precious dried goods such as pearls, sea cucumbers, abalone, etc.

The people couldn't finish eating, and in the end they naturally cheapened the merchants.

They were like a swarm of flies that saw carrion, and thousands of them pounced on them, making a clean joke about the seafood in the port city.

What makes people laugh and cry is that it is obviously a food shortage.

Not only did the people not go bankrupt because of this, but they took this opportunity to make a lot of money.

The bank deposits of the Hong Kong City Branch of the Southern Money Bank are growing rapidly at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Yici Leye, who was in charge of the Gangcheng branch of the Nanguo Money Bank, also repeatedly begged Yang Qi to approve the Gangcheng branch of the Nanguo Money Bank to obtain the right to mint coinage.

Money is a sign.

The southern money minted by the southern money store is the symbol of the southern country.

Naturally, Yan Guo should also be like a kind of symbol.

The person in charge of the Gangcheng branch of the Nanguo Money Bank is fighting for the minting right of Yanguo currency.

Nanqian is exquisite, easy to carry, and has a wide variety of currencies, and has gradually become a more popular main currency than Liao money and Song money.

Even if Yan Qian starts to be minted now, it is not as good as the leader of Nan Qian.

Although whether it is Nanqian or Yan Qian, they are all Yang Qi's money, and they should not be separated from each other.

But Yang Qi still decided to mint Yan money.

From the perspective of the common people, the money they see is just money.

Looking at it from Yang Qi's point of view, it is not the same.

Yang Qi feels that currency is not only currency, but also represents a certain cohesion.

Those merchants who go to other countries to buy with their own exquisite currency will always have a little more confidence than others.

Yang Qi agreed to the shopkeeper of the Gangcheng branch of the Nanguo Money Bank and set up the Yanqian minting workshop in the Gangcheng, but Yang Qi did not hand over the coinage right to the shopkeeper of the Gangcheng branch of the Nanguo Money Bank, but handed it over to the yamen of the Gangcheng City, which was supervised by both the Yushitai and the scarecrow.

The reason why Yang Qi did this was not just to take the coinage right into his own hands.

More importantly, he is going to use the Yan money to issue it, and then set up another Yan Guo money bank.

Although the development of the Nanguo Money Bank is very good, if the Nanguo Money Bank is allowed to dominate the family, there will definitely be problems in the long run.

Monopolizing an industry will certainly make money.

However, monopoly will also make an industry lose its enterprising spirit and become conservative, thus being eliminated by the times.

Healthy competition is the key to getting better and better in an industry.

Yang Qi wants to personally create an opponent for Nanguo Qian Bank.

Again, Yang Qi would never put his eggs in one basket.

However, whether it is the minting of Yan Qian or the establishment of Yan Guo Qian Bank, it takes time and accumulation.

And the sale of Kunpeng's bones is imminent.

The eighth day of the third lunar month.

Ching ming festival.

A light rain moistened the port city, enveloping it in a hazy mist, which looked like a fairyland on earth from a distance.

A group of monks, dressed in yellow robes, robes, and tattered straw sandals, stepped into the hazy port city.

When they stepped into the port city, Yang Qi got the news.

Inside the camp.

Yang Qi frowned, paced the hall with his hands behind his back.

Peng Pai quickly entered the hall and arched his hand: "Your Majesty, the person you are waiting for has arrived." ”

Yang Qi stopped, raised his eyebrows, and suddenly relaxed, a smile appeared on his face, "It's finally here, I thought they weren't interested in this Kunpeng skeleton." ”

"Hahaha......"

Yang Qi laughed happily for a while, and instructed Peng Pai, "Go, there is a rumor, two days later, the sale of Kunpeng's bones will be held, and Kou Zhun will preside over the matter." Tell Kou Zhun that we only need food, gold, silver and jewelry, and we don't lack it. ”

"My subordinates understand."

Peng Pai is very efficient.

There was news about the sale of the Kunpeng skeleton two days later, like a gust of wind, which swept through the entire port city in an instant.

The port city seemed to be set on fire in an instant.

After waiting for more than a month, it was finally time for the dust to settle.

Many people with huge sums of money secretly gritted their teeth and swore that they would definitely take down the Kunpeng skeleton in one fell swoop at the selling conference.

Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, many people are good at it.

And as Yang Qi's secretly appointed buyer, the group of monks seemed very calm.

After they entered the port city, they found a ruined temple to live in.

It's not because they like to live in a broken temple, but because the existing inns in the port city have been hyped up by merchants to sky-high prices.

However, there is only one ruined temple in the port city.

The owner of the broken temple is a man named Jian Zichuan.

He was an anti-Liao hero during the Five Dynasties period, who once caused a lot of trouble and damage to the Liao State.

In the end, he died in the battlefield of resistance to Liao, and the Liao people knew heroes and valued heroes, and set up a shrine for him here, which eventually evolved into a temple.

However, within a hundred years, he had been forgotten and the temple had been deserted.

The history of the Five Dynasties and the new history of the Song Dynasty did not mention anything about him.

The people of the Daomen entered the broken temple first and occupied a large part of the broken temple.

The people who entered the Buddhist gate of the broken temple naturally inevitably collided with the people of the Taoist gate.

The old monk in charge of exploring the path saw that there were people in the temple, and they were still rivals, he subconsciously frowned, he did not immediately step into the temple, but turned around and walked out of the temple to ask the old monk in charge.

The old monk in charge is already very old, and he can be regarded as a human being.

He had a gray beard, cloudy eyes, and goosebumps on his face covered with old age spots.

His eyes were half-closed, groggy, and he seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

The old monk who was exploring the path did not treat him slowly, walked up to him in a proper manner, folded his hands, bowed and said: "Master, Chen Tuan of the Daomen is in the temple......

The old monk in charge was still there groggy and did not answer.

The old monk who was exploring the way had been waiting there respectfully.

After a long time, the old monk who was exploring the path did not show an impatient look.

The old monk in charge seemed to wake up from sleep, he opened his cloudy eyes, looked up at the sky, and said with a smile: "Hahaha...... That old boy is here too? It seems that this trip to the old monk has come to the right place.

Let's go, go in......"

The old monk in charge did not have the demeanor of a monk at all, and he spoke like an old naughty boy.

However, the more he was like this, the more respectful the old monks who followed him became.

A group of monks followed the old monk in charge into the ruined temple.

Before the people entered the ruined temple, the voice came in.

"Chen Rub your calf nose, why aren't you dead yet?"

When Chen Tuan in the broken temple heard this voice, his brows furrowed slightly, and he smiled bitterly: "It's Huiming's old ......."

If it was a monk next to him, Chen Jian could still put a shelf in front of them.

But Zen Master Huiming, that is an out-and-out great monk, his status and seniority in Buddhism are not lower than Chen Tuan's in Taoism.

Zen Master Huiming entered the broken temple and went straight to Chen Tuan.

Chen Jian slowly got up, looked at Zen Master Huiming, and scolded, "You old pimp is not dead, how can I die before you." ”

Zen Master Huiming ran to Chen Tuan, and after carefully looking at Chen Tuan's face, he exclaimed, "Oops...... Chen Niu's nose, you are about to die...... When you die, where are you going to buy it? Huashan Mountain or Daomen Ancestral Garden? The old monk is going to dig your grave. ”

Chen Shu glared at Zen Master Huiming angrily, "Old monk, I think you are the end of the day." When you die, I will go to Tallinn to find your relics, and then string them into bracelets and put them on. ”

The two seem to be familiar with each other, and they seem to talk like this every time they meet.

So the rest of the people around didn't find it strange.

After burying each other for a few sentences, Zen Master Huiming tugged on Chen's sleeve and asked, "Do you have any wine, give the old monk two sips......"

"Mage!"

The old monk who followed behind Zen Master Huiming roared with a dark face.

Zen Master Huiming glared impatiently and said, "What? When I was in the temple, you didn't let me drink, saying that it was unseemly. Now that it's out, you're still going to control me? ”

The old monk lowered his head helplessly, "Don't dare to ......"

Zen Master Huiming snorted: "It's good if you don't dare, and you will be punished for not speaking." ”

Zen Master Huiming gave the old monk a closed order, asked Chen Qian for a gourd of old wine, and poured a sip.

In an instant, his eyes widened, and his face suddenly turned red.

When the rest of the old monks saw this, they were shocked and were about to pounce.

However, before they could pounce, Zen Master Huiming clicked his mouth, his cloudy eyes became shiny, and he let out a sigh of relief, and said with emotion: "It's a spicy wine, the old monk likes it." Where did it come from? ”

Chen Jian looked at his nose with a straight face: "The liquor of the Yang family of Yan Kingdom, I am filial to my grandson." ”

Zen Master Huiming nodded, took two sips of the wine gourd, and then sighed: "Why doesn't the old monk have such a well-behaved apprentice?" If there is that apprentice grandson who can honor me with two gourds and good wine, when I die, I will definitely pass on the abbot throne to him. ”

"Mage!"

The old monks who came with Zen Master Huiming reminded in a low voice.

Zen Master Huiming waved his hand impatiently, "Got it, got it...... You know that you have to control me, even when you speak. It's not fun to be with you at all. ”

Zen Master Huiming, who no longer talks nonsense, is just a stuffy drinker.

When the wine in the gourd was dry, he looked at Chen Jun expectantly.

Chen Jun understood, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and he said coldly: "No ......"

Zen Master Huiming clicked his mouth regretfully, and said with emotion: "Remember to bring more next time." ”

"Good!"

Chen Jian happily agreed, paused and said, "As long as you can live until the next meeting." ”

Zen Master Huiming pursed his mouth disdainfully, and said proudly: "The old monk can live for decades, unlike you, a short-lived ghost, who will live in a few days......"

The blue tendons on Chen Tuo's forehead jumped violently, but he didn't speak.

Zen Master Huiming threw the wine gourd to Chen Tuo, stared at him and asked, "You are also here for the Kunpeng skeleton?" ”

"Aren't you too?"

Zen Master Huiming shook his head and said seriously: "The old monk is here to greet the Bodhisattva's bones......"

Chen Tuan pursed his lips and said lightly: "My Dao Sect is also here to greet the Dharma Protector Skeleton......

Zen Master Huiming stared at Chen Xuan's eyes and said in a deep voice: "Each depends on his ability? ”

Chen Tuan was stunned for a moment, and grinned: "Originally, I also planned to rely on my own ability, but according to the information that my disciple and grandson received, the seller seems to like you more." ”

Zen Master Huiming was stunned for a moment and grinned.

"That's a good feeling......

It's just that his gaze didn't leave Chen Jun.

Since Chen Tuan can tell him the news openly, it means that Chen Tuan must have something to say.

Don't look at Zen Master Huiming like an old naughty boy, it's really a naughty boy.

In Buddhism, only those who have participated in meditation to the point of great compassion are qualified to be naughty children.

For example, the Living Buddha Jigong is one of the representative figures.

Chen Jian did not disappoint Zen Master Huiming, he continued: "This seller is black-hearted, and it is difficult to easily take the Kunpeng skeleton from him. You need to be prepared for heavy bleeding. ”

Zen Master Huiming smiled and said: "Although the juniors of the old monks are not as competitive as your juniors and know how to toast you with filial piety, they still have a little ability to accumulate family wealth." ”

Chen Jun nodded, and said: "Although the seller doesn't like my Daomen, I also have to fight." ”

Zen Master Huiming had a stiff smile on his face, glared at Chen Tuan, and asked, "Are you stupid?" For a pair of rotten bones, you have to fight hard with the old monk? ”

It turns out that no one is stupid.

And even if there were, it didn't include these two.

They all knew very well in their hearts that that skeleton was not a Kunpeng skeleton.

"I'm going to have rotten bones, too."

Chen's answer was concise and to the point.

For a moment,-for-tat.

Zen Master Huiming didn't smile anymore, he looked at Chen Shu seriously, "So...... Only the real chapter has been seen under the hands? ”